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bright as... stardust. quickly, but quietly (he didn't want to wake his mother), he scurried to the window and looked out. it was coming down and coming down and coming down all across town, whirling and whipping, spinning and gyrating, out of the night sky. glowing so brightly that it almost hurt his eyes
but something made him stop. instead of yelling he ducked back behind the couch and watched, eyes peering over the top. watched as the light-tornado wheeled around his mother, so fast, so bright, that he could hardly even see her. but he could see her. most of her, anyway. and what he saw... the light...
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